"Stefan…"

"Come on Stefan we promised,"

Elena moaned softly as her fiancé trailed a line feather light kisses down her neck while sliding up the sides of her tank top stroking slow teasing patterns on the flesh his fingers found.

"Well, I'm still a little fuzzy from sleep," he murmured "Remind me of that promise again?"

Elena laughed softly.

"We promised that we wouldn't do anything… explicit until the big day. Plus there's a bunch of stuff for the wedding that Caroline wants us to approve,"

"Can it wait?" Stefan grumbled, gently biting her at her ear.

"No!" Elena giggled. "Stefan I mean it… ugh. you are a menace, you know that?"

"Well in a couple of days you'll be Mrs Menace," he murmured into Elena's neck.

She snorted and attempted unsuccessfully to wriggle out his grip.

"Mr and Mrs Menace huh?" she asked smiling despite herself.

"Mrs Menace and Mr Gilbert," Stefan corrected her, causing Elena to break into another fit of giggles.

"Well Mr Gilbert," she said, finally managing to escape Stefan's embrace and crawl out of bed. "I'm going to go find us some breakfast. Are you hungry?"

Stefan nodded and reclined back onto the bed, tucking his arms behind his head.

"Very," he mumbled letting his eyes flutter shut.

"Okay well, I'm gonna just throw some eggs and sausages in the pan and fire up the waffle machine. Is that okay?" Elena asked sliding into her pink robe and tying her hair into a loose bun at the top of her head.

Instead of answering, Stefan began to chuckle to himself; a goofy smile spreading across his face.

"What's so funny?" Elena frowned, tilting her head in confusion.

"Nothing, nothing. It's just I'm really looking forward to this y'know? My loving wife soldiering into the kitchen and preparing my breakfast every morning. A man could get used to this," he replied.

Elena let out a loud scoff and picked up one of the decorative pillows at the end of the bed to lob at him. She had a good aim, so it hit Stefan square in the face, causing his laughter to increase. The second one she threw, he caught; anticipating it at the last second. Still laughing to himself, he got up and walked over to his fiance, standing at the foot of the bed looking unamused.

"I'm very, very tempted to go in there and burn your breakfast," Elena grumbled, still pouting as Stefan smoothed back the stray hairs from off of her forehead and placed a kiss there.

"Well we can't have that can we," he said softly.

Giving her shoulders a gentle squeeze, Stefan made his way out of their bedroom toward the direction of the kitchen. Before he was fully out of the door, he paused momentarily and looked over his shoulder.

"Is there really any guarantee that you wouldn't have burnt it anyway?"

"That's it. That is it!" Elena exclaimed, chasing after him as he sprinted out of the room.

"The gloves are officially off mister! No waffles for you!"